User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-4677325-20190717172104/@comment-1298206-20190730212503

Bluestripe ducked his head slightly as he passed through the doorway into the guest room, muttering dejectedly to Skipper. "Let's hope..."

''As he entered into the room, Bluestripe straightened himself to his full considerable height. His small, dark eyes roamed the room. It was small, but comfortable. It was much nicer than anywhere he has rested his head in the days since the Bloodwrath began to spread throughout Mossflower.'' "I'm not spent yet. The trip here was no different than what I've done lately."